After the holy sword is broken

Burgess looked at the people at the door and was speechless for a while.

You still here.

So you are still there.

Suddenly he was relieved.

Alger walked into the room and shut the golden sunlight out of the door.

The curtains in the room are not thick, there is faint light coming from behind the curtains, and the room can just see things.

Alger put the tray on the low cabinet beside the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, and helped Burgess up.

"Two pillows on your back?"

Burgess rubbed into his arms, found a comfortable position, and narrowed his eyes: "That's fine."

As soon as I met this person, the memory belonging to my body gushed out all of a sudden.

Every inch of skin that touches is reminding him of those pleasant feelings, stimulating feelings...

As long as I think about it, my body can't stop getting hot.

It wasn't until now that I realized that my body was already very refreshed, as if it had been taken care of by someone.Only those mottled traces confirmed the reality of last night's memory.

Alger put on a thin dress for him to cover the bruised hickey marks on his body, and gathered up his collar to cover a bloody tooth mark on his collarbone.

In addition, there are some things that cannot be covered.

For example, reddish lips, for example... the bruised fingerprints on the neck.

Alger's finger brushed lightly over it as if it hadn't touched it.

Borgins' body trembled slightly in his arms following the opponent's movements.

Not afraid, but...

Memories flooded him like a tide.

It was a time when I was on the verge of an orgasm, and I felt extremely sensitive all over my body.Alger's hand wandered over his body, and the pleasure|sensation he had only experienced on the other party reached its peak.

At the moment when he was about to reach the ultimate bliss, he was suddenly strangled by the throat, and the suffocation came very quickly, coming together with the wonderful peak.

At that time, he seemed to have ascended to the Kingdom of God, and at the same time was thrown into purgatory.He is struggling between heaven and hell, and the shadow of death follows him everywhere, but the extreme pleasure makes him rather give up this life than sink into it.

At this time, Alger combed Borgins' long hair back with his hands, revealing that handsome face.

Gently and carefully kissed those slightly red and swollen eyes.

"Does it hurt?"

Ask the lover in your arms softly.

Burgess snorted and said with a hoarse voice, "Would you know if I'm uncomfortable or comfortable?"

He clearly remembered that when he was in a state of embarrassment and was forced to cry uncontrollably by pleasure, he saw those scarlet eyes squinting happily in the darkness through the dim tears.

Every wound, every bit of pain is pushing him to the other side of bliss.

The body is placed on the cusp of pleasure, and he is still unwilling to let go of his spirit. He wants to hold his earlobe, exhale hotly, and speak sweet words in his ear that he has never heard before.

It's a devil, this is a devil that can understand people's desires.

Are you still asking him how he feels?

Burgess turned his head lazily, and said something into Alger's ear, and his silver-gray eyes immediately glowed slightly red.

But it was only for a moment, and soon, he was suppressed.

Pull the curtains a little, let the sunlight shine in, and the room is suddenly brightened.

Milk with a little honey was sent to Borgins mouth.

While feeding him to drink slowly, Alger explained: "Your throat is not very good, so don't eat too much sweet today."

Burgess finished his cup of milk and licked the corner of his mouth: "Who did it?"

In retrospect, the extremely embarrassing voice seemed to ring in my ears again, and it was impossible to imagine that it would come from myself.

Borgins' ears were a little red, and he forcibly dug himself out of his memories.

The bread with sliced ​​meat and vegetable leaves was brought to his mouth, and he took a bite out of Alger's hand.

I consumed too much last night, and now I am really hungry. The food tastes good, but there is a tingling on the tongue, which affects my appetite.

That was when they were kissing, their tongues grazed the two fangs belonging to the devil, and the faint smell of blood permeated the mouth, which suddenly aroused the common desire of both parties to conquer.

Burgess suddenly grabbed Alger's arm and wrapped it around him.

"What's wrong?" Alger asked him.

Burgess swallowed the food in his mouth and shook his head: "Nothing."

After eating a simple breakfast, Alger carefully cleaned up the food crumbs for him.Just in a tight position, hug him and rub his sore muscles for him.

Burgess narrowed his eyes comfortably, raised his head in satisfaction, and kissed the corner of Alger's mouth.

Alger smiled gently: "Do you want to come down for a walk? Or take a rest?"

Burgess thought for a while: "Come down for a walk, it's a bit noisy outside. But first, you need to apply some medicine to remove the fingerprints on your neck."

The Poetry of Truth is a place shrouded in the glory of the gods, and most of the people who come here have the self-consciousness that they should not make noise.

Noisy, of course, for a reason.

"Alger!" Kath, the demon contractor who had been separated for a few days, put her twin sister's shoulders and waved at him, "We're back."

And brought a group of... well, acquaintances.

The knight named Joseph took two steps forward and saluted, "Master Viscount."

Apprentice Eli looked at Burgess with some resentment: "Teacher, you forgot me again."

"My lord." As soon as the princess saw Alger, she wanted to lean closer with tears in her eyes.

Want to lean on?

Burgess immediately ordered: "Joseph, stop her!"

The knight took a step forward and faithfully carried out his master's order.

The princess was stopped three steps away from Alger, biting her lower lip a little bit aggrieved and timidly, looking at them.

Burgess snorted, hooked Alger's neck, placed a kiss on his lips, and then glanced back as if in a demonstration.

The princess put her hands to her mouth in disbelief.

The knight standing in front of her slightly rolled his Adam's apple, and silently lowered his head.

Alger rubbed Borgins' head helplessly, conniving at his behavior in full view.

"Where is Ms. Fei Liya?" Dana, who was standing aside, asked.

"She hasn't come back yet." Bertha looked into his eyes and replied slowly.

Dana and Bertha looked at each other for a while, then looked away, lost in thought.

"By the way, Alger, and your bird." Cass smiled evilly, and opened a cage.

A big orange bird flew out of it and slid onto Alger's raised arm.

The Flamingo was raised well, the golden-red eyes regained their brilliance, and the feathers also glowed, and they were no longer messy and dull.The flame of talent is controlled by it, and it is maintained in a range that will not hurt people.

"Pay attention to your language." Alger reminded her.

Kath blinked. "Is there a problem? I didn't swear this time."

...It is true that there is no swearing, but there is a problem with the tone of voice.

Alger knew it wouldn't make sense with her, so he simply gave up.Caress the flame bird's feathers, and say to it:

"This is the order of the gods of the stars. If you want, you can stay and live here. If you want to go back to the original residence, no one will stop you. Or, there is a druid outside the city. I can take you there." Find her."

The flame bird rubbed its head against him, spread its wings, but did not fly away.

Alger smiled at it: "Then stay here and choose a place you like to build your nest."

This time, the flame bird flapped its wings and flew to the roof of Alger's room.

By Alger's side, Burgess had finished provoking his potential rival, so he had no time to pay attention to his knight.

"Joseph, why are you here?"

"You came here without leaving any words. I am very worried about your safety."

You left Wangcheng again, this time you didn't even say hello.

"There's nothing to worry about, I'm a legend after all."

The rank of a legendary blacksmith is also a legend. He is a strong man standing at the top of the pyramid. In fact, he does not really need a guardian knight in name.

Burgess remembered something: "However, you came just in time. I have something to tell you."

As soon as the words came out, the people around looked at each other and avoided them consciously.

Borgins held Alger who was about to leave: "You don't have to go."

Alger glanced at him and stopped moving.

"Don't you need a secret conversation?"

Burgess smiled: "No need."

Burgess took out a document from his arms and handed it to the knight in front of him.

"This is a letter of authorization from Viscount Yamutaris."

Joseph looked at the document in front of him in amazement, not daring to reach out to take it: "What... do you mean?"

"I am an unqualified lord." Burgess stuffed the document into the knight's arms.

"I leave almost all matters in the territory to my subordinates to take care of, and the signed letters every year are not as many as the weapons I forge."

"No," Joseph eagerly denied, "Most nobles will choose to do this, you don't need to worry about trivial matters, under your rule, the Yamutaris Plain is already better than most parts of the empire."

Borgins made a gesture and interrupted him: "Okay, I know I haven't done enough, and I also thank you for your efforts. Therefore, I hand over the governance of the Yamutaris Plain to you. The taxes collected are also up to you.

"After my death, the successor to the Viscount title will be established by you. You can inherit the title yourself, or you can hand it over to your nephew.

"Now, you are actually Viscount Yamutaris."

He paused for a while, seeing that there was no response from the other party, he smiled: "What? Are you unhappy? This is the highest reward I can give to a knight. It is a reward for your dedication over the years."

The knight moved his lips: "No, I..."

"I don't accept any rebuttals, I hope you can become a good lord."

After Borgins finished speaking, he patted the knight on the shoulder and dragged Alger away.

Only the knight who came here following the lord was left, holding a document symbolizing power and wealth in his hand, but he was so distraught that he seemed to have lost everything.

"It was decided so easily?" Alger asked him after leaving there.

"The foundation of my life is not a title or a fiefdom. I have skills in my body. Are you afraid that I will have nothing to eat?"

After Borgins finished speaking, he paused: "No, I shouldn't have said that."

He brewed his emotions for a while, and said affectionately: "Alger, I gave up so much for you, are you particularly moved?"

Alger smiled, stroked his head, and kissed him on the lips: "Moved."

Burgess hugged him: "From now on, I can accompany you wholeheartedly."

"No, in fact, you still need to teach an apprentice."

"..." Burgess finally remembered the student he had forgotten time and time again.

Sighing and rubbing against Alger's neck: "Why did I agree in the first place..."

Alger smiled and patted him on the back: "Isn't it also very good? Someone must inherit the mantle of blacksmith Burgess."

"But it's so troublesome..."

When Burgess finally adjusted his mentality from the frustration of "still taking time to teach apprentices", Alger suddenly tilted his head and kissed his ear.

That beautiful ear turned red visibly to the naked eye.

"you--"

Alger still held him in his arms, interrupted his words, and whispered in his ear: "Burgens, I love you."

The person in his arms froze, and after a while he stammered and asked, "You...why, all of a sudden..."

"It just suddenly occurred to me that I haven't formally said this to you yet."

Burgess buried his red face in Alger's arms, not daring to lift it up.After a while, he muttered softly: "You obviously said a lot of similar things last night..."

Countless words of love, as if to bury him, how could it be considered unspoken?

"I'm afraid you didn't take it seriously."

Burgess laughed and asked, "How many sentences are true?"

Those words are so sweet, they sound like fake, like the love|interest that only exists on the bed|.

"Every sentence."

At night, Burgess woke up from his dream.

The side is still empty.

He frowned, got out of bed, put on the "Moon God's Favor", pushed the door and walked out.

There are two moons hanging in the sky.

The silver moon is bright and clear, and the blue moon is quiet.

The light of the twin moons shining on the ground is a melancholy and lonely silver blue.

The door of the order is still open, and anyone can enter at any time.

But there was no one sitting in the night room.

"Are you looking for Alger?"

Burgess turned his head, it was Dana.

The mage motioned for him to follow, led him to a steeple building, and gently opened the door a crack.

This is a church that is not open to the public.

There are altars and statues of the gods on the high places.

The holy sword was originally inserted on the altar, but it was empty at this time.

Alger knelt down under the steps, and used the dagger that Fei Luo gave him to draw deep bloodstains on his bare arms.

His skin was too physically resistant, and he had to use very, very hard to leave scars on his body.

Blood dripped continuously from the wound, and big drops hit the floor tiles.The hideous scars healed quickly, but they couldn't withstand the dagger's repeated strikes to create new wounds.That arm was already stained red with blood, and there was no intact place to be found.

Burgess couldn't help but want to move forward, wanting to hold the self-harming hand.

Dana pressed his shoulder and pointed outside.

Don't pull me.

Burgess said with his eyes.

Let's talk first.

Here's Dana's response.

Burgess glanced at the people inside, clenched his fists, and finally left there with Dana.